“Humph!” said Bertie. “I'm obliged to you.”
The piazza lights were turned up, and by them Samuel could see the other's face, flushed with drink, and his hair and clothing in disarray. He swayed slightly as he stood there.
“Master Albert,” said Samuel very gravely, “May I have a few words with you?”
“Sure,” said Bertie. He looked about him for a chair and sank into it. “What is it?” he asked.
“It's the young lady, Master Albert.”
“What about her?”
“She's very much distressed, sir.”
“I dare say. She'll get over it, Samuel.”
“Master Albert,” exclaimed the boy, “you've not treated her fairly.”
The other stared at him. “The devil!” he exclaimed.